Fucking while Trucking
I start to get relaxed as I sit in near pitch-blackness, up against the soft upholstered walls. I watch the curtains sway a little when a hard bump comes along from time to time. When it does move, I can see a little bit of light in my dark chamber you’re making me hide in. I can hear you and your driver friend talk about something, and occasional squawking chatter from the CB radio. Your friend wanted you to come with him on this overnight drive, but didn’t want me along. As I try to...